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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:12 pm
 Michael Callaway Michael groaned. "It'd be kinda hard to explain how I ended up with the tailpipe of my own motorcycle through my guts and I'm still conscious, much less alive," he said quietly; his abdomen felt like someone had been doing a burnout on it. He blinked, his irises flickering a deep orange-gold for an instant before he rose from his crouch slowly, wincing as he did. "It really gives you respect for a person when you feel some of the stuff they went through," he said quietly before he whistled sharply. Almost immediately the bass roar of a bike was heard as Michael blinked, not having expected the trick to summon the Ghost Rider's 'ride' to actually work.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:17 pm
 Rebecca looked to where a bike had appeared. She looked over at Michael, her head tilted to the side as she smiled slightly. "Well, that will always come in handy." It was then that she realized that she didn't have her phone. She looked around and was surprised to see that it was unharmed on the ground. Rebecca hurried to it and picked it up. She hit the button to dial the last caller and waited until her mother picked up. "Mom, I am on my way home. I am fine. A friend is bringing me." Rebecca hung up the phone and went back to Michael. "Are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:32 pm
Michael Callaway Michael shrugged his shoulders. "Sore and stiff, but okay... makes ya wonder how Logan dealt with it," he said with a half smile. He shifted his foot and noticed the shuriken lying half melted on the ground. He picked it up, wincing momentarily at the heated metal. He inhaled and frowned. "Huh, seems the same guy that took out that idiot the other night was here... and I don't like what that may mean," he said quietly, a gruff edge to his voice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:44 pm
Rebecca eyed the item that Michael was holding. "It means that someone really doesn't want us around," she said softly as she moved closer to Michael. "What I am more worried about right now though is getting to my mother. She said my father was murdered. I want to get there so I can find out everything I can."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:49 pm
Michael Callaway Michael grinned, making sure nobody else saw what he was about to do other than Rebecca herself. "Of course... there's also a little advantage I found out about the nanites that nobody knows about," he said as he glanced down at the shuriken in his palm which even as his eyes shifted down to it seemed to be bubbling and dissolving as it melted into his skin. He shifted his fingers as he straddled the bike, unconsciously leaning slightly back on it as he did. "Then let's go," he said simply.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:54 pm
Rebecca nodded as she got on the bike behind Michael. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his back. Today was turning out to not be a very good day. She sniffled slightly and it was only then that she realized she had been crying. Rebecca wiped the tears from her face.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:29 pm
Michael Callaway Michael started the bike and accelerated steadily, headed back the way they'd come. "We all suffer pain, loss, death, fear, injury.... sometimes it's how we handle it and help others with it that shows how strong we truly are," he murmured towards Rebecca.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:40 pm
Rebecca nodded slowly. "I know. It's just...I couldn't imagine who would want to kill Dad. He's always been so kind.." She shook her head a little and cleared her throat. "Mom is strong...so strong. She was crying, but she was so coherent."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:45 pm
Michael Callaway Michael had felt her nod and her ragged tone of voice. "Trust me, I have a feeling the police will be the least o' this s**t's problems," he said, the gruff edge to his voice stronger with a darker growl flickering through it as both the Ghost Rider and Logan were in agreement with him on finding the SOB that had done this and put them down in a way that even Blackheart would pity.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:48 pm
Rebecca smiled slightly. She had heard the tone of voice that he had been using. "Yeah, they'll have to deal with us." She lifted her head a little. "Mom and Dad's place is on the other side of town. I want to stop by the house first to check on her before going to the scene."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:00 pm
Michael Callaway Michael smiled faintly as he accelerated, noticing the jack-knifed trailer was no longer blocking the road. "Thank God I'm not the kind to enjoy the scent of blood," he muttered.Alede OOC: I find it amusing when my characters seem to take on a life of their own, mainly because it's comical sometimes to write how they react to certain situations (Merrick, Michael, Lorcán).
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:07 pm
Rebecca managed a small chuckle. "I am glad you don't. Because I don't either. It's a nasty smell." Her chin rested lightly on his back as she watched the scenery rush by them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:14 pm
Michael Callaway Michael snorted softly, holding back a chuckle. "That makes you wonder how people can deal with septic tanks on a daily basis," he said wryly. His eyes narrowed fractionally, flickering brilliant orange-gold for a second before reverting to emerald green as the bike accelerated a bit more. The city was now visible and starting to grow. The surprising thing was that even at the rapid pace, close to a hundred and thirty miles an hour, Michael didn't even waver slightly in the adjustments he made in riding as they went nor did the speed affect their breathing rate though they wore no helmets presently.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:22 pm
Kaosujin Ryu be back in a few..baby is awake..gotta give her, her breathing treatment Rebecca laughed softly. "Yeah, it does make you wonder, huh?" All those odd jobs that people had with all those nasty smells. She shook her head a little. She didn't even seem to notice how fast they were going. All she cared about was getting to her parent's place so she could find out what the hell happened.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 6:54 am
Michael Callaway Michael hit the brakes as he skidded through a turn, stopping in a matter of seconds as he noticed the gathered police blocking the road. He could hear a woman screaming and crying as the police turned to face them. He cocked his head slightly, not really noticing that his jacket had shifted from a long duster style jacket to a black leather one that stopped just above his hips. His shirt was in tatters, but it showed his muscular frame and tanned skin beneath. "I think we're here," he said quietly to Rebecca.
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